Time for home

You get up and kiss Meghan hard while pinching and twisting her nipples. She breaks the kiss to gasp and moan. Then you start getting dressed.

"You've done very well today, Meghan. You performed beautifully once you got over your fear," you tell her. "Get dressed and go home. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sir." It takes a few minutes for your secretary to dress and grab her things. She kisses you on the way out of the door.

Amanda looks at you with tired eyes. "I think you learned your lesson today. I own you now, and you can be sure I'll be using you the way you are best suited, as a submissive cumwhore slut.

"I'm sorry I caused all this. You and your first slut can use me however you want. I'm your plaything," she said with her eyes on your shoes.

"Yes, we will, and you are." You unlock her handcuffs and help her up from her position bent over the coffee table. She gets up and you gather her into the couch next to you. You put an arm around her and put her head on your lap. "Now relax for a minute. You've been through a taxing experience."

"Thank you, Sir."

You spend ten minutes petting Amanda's head and stroking her body gently.

Amanda lifts herself from your lap and puts her arms around you, leaning in to kiss you. You make out with her for a few minutes.

"Thank you, Sir. I really needed that. I'll get out of your hair now." She stands a little shakily, but you steady her with a hand, and she gets dressed.

You get up and kiss her in an embrace. "I will see you tomorrow, slut." As she turns to leave with a sly smile, you swat her ass. She squeals and scurries out the door.

You straighten up the room. You don't want any rumors to circulate among the cleaning staff. You get your jacket and leave a few minutes later.